In a bustling street of Merediun near the edge of the vast forest, tension crackled in the air as two rival gangs faced off. On one side stood George, a delinquent with long hair and a distinctive scar slashing across his nose, his bat resting casually on his shoulder. His gaze was intense, but a smirk played on his lips.

“Glad that you really came, Jiro,” George said, his voice dripping with a mix of anticipation and challenge.

Jiro, the other gang leader, stepped forward with a confident grin. “Of course, George. Why wouldn’t we show up? A weakling daring to challenge us? It’s an opportunity we couldn’t miss,” he replied, his tone dismissive and mocking.

Both gangs were lined up, each numbering fifty members, ready for the impending clash. The street was a battleground waiting to erupt, with the sounds of the city fading into the background as the two leaders prepared to settle their score.

Moments after the gangs clashed, chaos erupted on the busy street, with both sides proving to be equally powerful. The sounds of fists connecting, and bats swinging filled the air as the two forces battled fiercely. In the midst of the turmoil, George and Jiro faced off, their eyes locked in intense focus.

“You Scorpions are really weak,” George sneered, throwing a powerful punch that landed squarely on Jiro’s face. But Jiro remained unfazed, standing firm with a defiant smile.

“Who’s weak, you say?” Jiro retorted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. “I can’t think of any gang weaker than the Wolfsgang, especially their so-called leader.” With that, he answered with a swift punch of his own, his fist connecting with George’s jaw, sending a shockwave of tension through the standoff.

The street was now a battlefield of strength and pride, with both leaders determined to prove their dominance.

Amidst the chaos of the gang fight, the ground suddenly trembled, and the noise of clashing bodies and shouting fell to an eerie silence. The street, once alive with the ferocity of rivalries, became still as a new and formidable presence made itself known. An unsettling dread swept through both gangs, causing them to momentarily cease their battle.

“What are those?” one fighter asked, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with fear.

“Monsters!” another cried out, their eyes wide with horror.

“What a huge lizard!” someone else exclaimed, pointing at the figures emerging from the shadows.

Armored lizards, each towering over the average person and clad in intimidating, gleaming gear, marched into the town. Their scales shimmered ominously under the streetlights, and the clinking of their heavy armor echoed with each deliberate step. The massive creatures moved with an eerie grace, their cold, calculating eyes scanning the area as if assessing the situation.

The shock of this unexpected appearance was palpable. Even George and Jiro, who had been locked in a fierce confrontation just moments before, were struck with sheer terror. The monstrous figures, so out of place in their world, overshadowed their previous conflict, making it seem trivial by comparison.

As the armored lizards continued their advance, panic spread through the ranks of both gangs. Many members, unable to cope with the sudden fear, fled the scene in a frantic rush. However, a few remained, their resolve hardening in the face of the terrifying new challengers. George, flanked by his loyal members Jam, Andrew, and Peter, prepared to confront the monsters head-on. To everyone’s surprise, Jiro joined them, setting aside his previous rivalry.

“Why aren’t you running like your members?” George asked Jiro, his voice taut with tension as he readied himself for the impending battle.

“So you claim these lizards as your own?” Jiro replied, attempting to mask his fear with a shaky grin. “I wonder how much they’d fetch if we were to sell them.” His attempt at humor fell flat, revealing his own trepidation despite the joke.

The street was now a chaotic scene of fear and uncertainty. The sight of the monstrous, armored lizards, with their numbers steadily increasing, only heightened the sense of dread. The gangs, once fierce enemies, now found themselves united by their shared terror. Each member, their confidence shaken, faced the unknown threat with a mix of bravery and apprehension.

As the chaos unfolded, a commanding presence emerged from among the armored lizards. The leader of the lizard horde stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the street. He began to speak in a guttural language, his voice resonating with authority, but the words were unintelligible to the humans.

Suddenly, a small, ethereal light appeared beside the lizard commander. It hovered and pulsed gently, translating the lizard’s speech for the frightened crowd. The translation echoed through the street, cutting through the noise of fleeing gang members and panicked villagers. “Who is the leader of this place?”

As the crowd continued to scatter, barely anyone responded. The few who remained were too engrossed in their own fear to answer. However, George, his resolve steeled by the situation, stepped forward and declared, “I am the leader.”

The lizard commander’s eyes narrowed, and he drew a gleaming sword from his side. “Good. Now, I will slay you here and now,” he intoned, his voice cold and unwavering.

Jiro, still caught in the chaos, pushed forward as well, his own fear mingling with determination. “What do you mean you are the leader? I am the leader,” he shouted, trying to assert his claim. His intention was to prevent George from facing the monstrous threat alone.

The two leaders, George and Jiro, began to argue loudly, each insisting on their own authority. The commotion grew as they bickered over who should face the lizard commander. The lizard leader, observing the squabble with a detached expression, finally rendered his judgement.

“That doesn’t matter,” the translator’s voice echoed with finality. “I will slay the two of you instead.”

The declaration sent a fresh wave of panic through the remaining crowd. George and Jiro, now united by their common fate, prepared to confront the overwhelming threat together, their previous rivalry momentarily forgotten as they faced the formidable lizard commander.

George charged forward, wielding his bat with fierce determination. He swung with all his might, aiming to catch the lizard commander off guard. Meanwhile, Jiro attempted to flank the commander, hoping to corner the formidable opponent. However, their combined efforts proved insufficient against such a powerful adversary.

With a swift and effortless motion, the lizard commander parried George's attack, sending him hurtling through the air. George crashed into the ground with a painful thud. At the same time, Jiro was struck by the commander’s massive tail, thrown aside like a ragdoll. Jiro lay motionless on the ground, clearly incapacitated, while George struggled to rise, his strength waning.

Just as the situation seemed dire, the unmistakable sound of machine guns echoed through the street. The military forces stationed in the town had arrived, their rapid gunfire slicing through the air. The lizards were now under attack, their attention momentarily diverted. The arrival of the military brought a glimmer of hope, but it also triggered a new wave of chaos.

The lizard commander, visibly annoyed by the intrusion, issued a command to his legion. His forces, previously focused on George and Jiro, began to wreak havoc across the town, attacking buildings and civilians alike.

George, barely able to get up, looked toward the battlefield with grim determination. “Hey, I’m not done yet,” he called out, his voice strained but defiant.

The commander’s eyes glinted with amusement as he watched George struggle. “Stop this joke,” he said with a disdainful smile. With a casual wave of his hand, the commander unleashed a torrent of water magic. The powerful wave slammed into George, throwing him violently against a wall. The impact was brutal, and George’s vision began to blur as he neared unconsciousness.

Just as George’s vision began to darken and the pain overwhelmed him, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. The words cut through the haze of his fading consciousness with startling clarity.

“Would you like to become one of my Captains and have another chance of defeating the Lizards?”